One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Eight Is Impossible
Zaitsev looked at the Soviet leader in front of him with no expression on his face. He didn't know the effect of Stalin's doing this. Maybe it could divide the unity of the Axis powers, maybe it could really encourage a few people who didn't know whether they were dead or alive to take up arms and attack the German army, but what's the point of all this? Even now that Germany has withdrawn from the entire Soviet Union, all they have left is ruins and corpses everywhere.
"Get the bayonets! The Germans are coming! Show them some color!" The leading Soviet Red Army officer inserted the bayonet into the front end of his Mosin Nagant rifle, and loudly issued the order of hand-to-hand combat to his soldiers. Order. Every Soviet soldier has almost used up all the bullets in their hands, and the only weapons they have left to defend the ground under their feet are bayonets and their bodies.
"Long live the great Soviet Union!" the leading Soviet officer shouted again, and his shout was answered by the earth-shattering shout of all the Soviet soldiers in the whole building: "Ulla!"
This is a cry that represents victory. This is their heartfelt cry. When the shouts have not subsided, on the other side of the cracked wall, the German soldiers with various weapons burst into even louder and louder shouts. Cry: "Long live the Third Reich! Long live the Führer!"
"Hey! Victory!" Soon, all kinds of shouts converged into such a concise phrase. Behind the gleaming bayonet is the black muzzle of the gun, and behind the dark muzzle is the man holding the steel gun tightly. Rough hands, and further back, there are pairs of firm eyes, and an endless m35 steel helmet.
"Tud! Thut!" There is no morality to speak of. No one has ever stipulated that when one side has no bullets, the other side can only attack with a bayonet. The German army never planned to carry forward any bullshit chivalry. The first moment they rushed into the building, they used the automatic weapons in their hands to shoot airtight bullets at the Soviet soldiers.
The grenade flew into the room from the window, and before the smoke from the explosion had completely dissipated, the muzzles of several assault rifles poked into the window, pouring a whole magazine of bullets into the room. This is not a fair contest, so it is even more tragic at this moment. The contrast between the two sides is so great. One side is a violent storm formed by steel, and the other side is a body of flesh and blood with bare hands.
House by house, the German army cleared out the stubborn Soviet soldiers inside, and was stopped by weak firepower from time to time. They advanced along the stairs and corridors, and soon captured every room in the entire building.
On the side street, King Tiger tanks one after another have slowly rolled over the ruins. Groups of grenadiers have occupied the nearby commanding heights along both sides of the street. The German army has occupied the entire block. The nearest tank gun Although it is only 2 kilometers away from the Kremlin, if there are no ruins and buildings to cover it, the tank soldiers of Army Group A can even open fire on the Kremlin.
It's not a very long distance,
If the German army really does not count losses, it is possible that within two days, soldiers will knock on the door of Stalin's office with gun butts. Downstairs, backed by the Soviet defense line, the first batch of soldiers from a certain German battalion who rushed into the building were singing and dancing by the lit bonfire. They shared the rewards of canned beef and Munich beer for this sumptuous lunch. Cheers.
On the top of the building, more than a dozen grenadiers carried their weapons on their backs, and pulled a huge German flag on the roof. On landmark buildings like this, the German government stipulated that the flag must be laid in the sky to provide the Air Force with Identify friend or foe coordinates to avoid accidental hits. These German soldiers were careful when working, because a few meters away from them lay the bodies of three killed Soviet snipers.
I can't help but be more cautious, these Soviet snipers who are getting more and more cunning and more powerful are now the most hated gods of death in the German army. A post-war statistics report showed that even between May and August 1939, the most disadvantaged period, Soviet snipers could maintain a terrible record of one for two. This is already a very remarkable statistic.
Soon, the cheers of the German soldiers downstairs became even louder, because by the windows on the fifth floor, a huge German flag was unfurled in the wind, extending to the bottom of the building. Many soldiers shook their weapons and helmets, and shouted the slogan "Long live the head of state, Acador Rudolf" to the huge national flag.
They are almost destined to be the victors of this war, because they are only 2 kilometers away from the heart of the enemy. If it is on a spacious plain, the distance of 2 kilometers seems to be only enough for the German armored forces to make a surprise attack. It is estimated that it will take less than half an hour to penetrate.
"Comrade Marshal Zhukov! Comrade Marshal Zhukov! The communication over the foreign ministry building has been interrupted, and the cheers of the German army have been heard from the nearby positions. It may have been occupied by the Germans now." An officer hurriedly ran into Zhukov's command It seems that every time he walks into this headquarters recently, something bad happens, and every time he walks in, he feels in a hurry.
Zhukov threw a copy of the army's remaining ammunition statistics table on the table, looked at the sweaty men, smiled wryly and said: "This is not beyond my expectation. If they can hold out until night or tomorrow, That can only be called a surprise.”
"Coco, Comrade Marshal! It's only 2 kilometers away from the Kremlin." Although the officer knew that Zhukov had almost memorized the topographic map of Moscow, he emphasized the terrifying distance. This distance has already allowed the small-caliber mortars of the German army to hit the very center of Moscow, which is really desperate to say the least.
"Comrade, starting from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building, all the way to the Kremlin, there are many such strong buildings and complex urban ruins along the way. If the ammunition is sufficient, the Germans only have this direction of attack. I can fight there until June next year. " Zhukov explained helplessly: "Just two hours ago, I got an even more depressing news."
He walked to the front of the map, pointed to a railway bridge on the north of the Moskva River in the city of Moscow, and said: "A German special force attacked our defenders in a sneak attack. They violated the law of night operations and adopted the situation of assaulting during the day, occupying the entire city." The railway bridge was destroyed. Now the Germans can flank Konev's remaining forces, and in less than three hours, we may have more blocks captured."
The situation of guarding Moscow became more and more unfavorable, and even the German army began to use various flanking and roundabout methods to reduce the space for the Soviet defenders to maneuver, so that Zhukov, Konev, and Vasilevsky's combat deployments became more and more difficult. more and more limited. The step-by-step combat policy summed up by the German army from the Battle of St. Rudolph completely shattered the Soviet army's plan to fight guerrilla warfare in the city. The German army guarded against death, alienated the people, and did not give the Soviet army the slightest opportunity to opportunistically, but once the two sides entered a time when they were forced to fight head-on, the huge advantage of the German army was fully reflected.
"The German army captured a railway bridge? What can we do?" The Soviet officer was obviously stunned by the unfavorable situation in front of him, and he didn't know what to do. So he asked Zhukov stupidly, hoping to get an answer from the Soviet marshal so as to recover some of his frustration.
Zhukov shook his head for the first time, and said something that shocked everyone in the room: "I don't have any good solutions. In this situation, any command is just a futile struggle."
He already knew that the ending would be like this. When Moscow was surrounded, he knew that his only chance to make a comeback was to lead the defenders in Moscow until winter came. At that time, he may still have the opportunity to lead the troops to break out of Moscow and retreat to Siberia to continue fighting with the assistance of the United States.
But when the periphery of Moscow was gradually pulled out by the German army, Zhukov knew that his wishful thinking had completely failed. Even if he persisted in Moscow until winter came, his troops would have no possibility of breaking through. There is no essential difference between expecting these remnants and defeated generals to break through the German defenses and rush to Siberia in the cold winter, and hoping that Akado is now dying of myocardial infarction in his office.
"After losing the outer defensive positions and all the strategic reserves, we have no chance to rewrite the situation of the battle." Zhukov didn't mind hitting the officers in the room, and said lonely: "We have no troops to fight back, even if Even if it lasted until this winter, there is no way to break through or counterattack. Now we are just doing the duties of a Soviet soldier, that's all."
In the radio room, Stalin supported the table exhausted with his hands. The inspiring speech just now exhausted all his strength. Now he can only maintain this posture, feeling the beating of his own heart.
"Comrade Stalin! I just got the news that the foreign ministry building was occupied by the German army a few minutes ago. There are cheers from the German army everywhere now. Before they could finish speaking, the officer who came to report saw Stalin collapsed." Going down, there is a sound of shouting for help all around.
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